I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success.
I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success.
By the same author and on kindred topics.
To make war a mere contest of machines without men and without loss of life.
Our first endeavors are purely instinctive, promptings of an imagination vivid and undisciplined.
The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine.